So...like I said...I was shopping the other day and while in the check out lane an older lady started to chat with me. She was watching Aiden and Liam interact together and then proceeded to tell me a funny story about her grand daughter's letter to Santa asking if he can bring her all the toys and nothing for her little sister. I literally laughed out loud and told her that Aiden would seriously ask Santa to just take Liam away. He'd be happy having no more baby brother in his way for Christmas rather then all the legos in the world. Although I write that now, but lately the boys have been playing so wonderfully together and each time that happens my heart only glows with more and more warmth.
My random conversation with the old lady continued. She said that when two of her boys were younger that absolutely hated each other. The older one ended up joining the Army and was sent off to Iraq several times. Years later his younger brother decided to join the Navy and the older brother had his behind. He was so upset with his decision and wanted nothing more then for his little brother to be safe and sound instead of being sent off to his well known future in the war. This story also reminded me of Aiden and Liam. Aiden continuously says how much he doesn't like Liam and wishes he wasn't here, but then there are numerous moments throughout each day when I catch Aiden looking out for Liam's well being, playing with Liam and reaching out to be Liam's big brother who underneath it all truly loves him unconditionally.
The last part of our Walmart checkout lane conversation was about her having 7 boys! Yes folks, I said SEVEN!!! O-M-G!!! I proceeded to tell her that I had always wanted 3 or 4 children, but because I've been blessed with 2 wild boys first, I plan to stop right here in my baby making tracks, because two boys is plenty for me, or so I think, for now. She looked at me with such genuine, caring and understanding eyes that let me know she knew exactly where I was coming from. She then told me yes, it's not easy when the boys are young, but she also informed me how amazing her life is now with them all grown and looking out for her left and right. She said the other say one of her sons called her and she couldn't answer the phone because she was busy doing laundry. He immediately showed up at her house worried about her thinking maybe she had had a heart attack and that's why she hadn't answered the phone. I absolutely love mama's boys who grow up to look after their mom and love her like no one else.
I also look forward to that grown relationship with my boys, but I just honestly don't know if I could handle another little one jumping off my couches, climbing in my pantry and peeing all over my toilets. I think boys are amazing. A huge burst of energy that fills me with a special kind of love where already I can sense them looking out for me and wanting to make sure I am okay, as I also hope they do as adults. I like to think I'm raising independent mama's boys, because in my own personal experience, the mama's boys are the best boys and treat their ladies the best as well.
I deeply enjoy and love being a mom to two vivacious and full of life boys. However, I just don't see a possible third one in my future creating a personal path to sanity either. They are fun and I wouldn't trade them for the world, but they challenge me every other minute and truly make me believe that I am totally satisfied with ending my child bearing years with my little Aries and Leo by my side. Maybe, just maybe, if I was guaranteed a girl round three I'd take that route, or if I lived near more family for more support, but those are not my reality, so at the end of the day I'm very happy with my decision and love the feeling of completeness I now feel when looking at my amazing three boys knowing that this is it and will just hope and pray they give me lots of grand babies in the future to continue the growth of our beautiful family that I love so much!
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